Her little steps seemed much heavier as she trailed into what she had considered "her" room. Weary little limbs bended and folded, her cheek resting gently on the fabric of the pillowcase as she drew the covers up. Curling up, she seemed almost like a small child hiding from a monster outside. Dark fingers curled around her crystal, bringing it to her lips. Inhale. Exhale. Her breaths grew shaky, warm pooling in the backs of her eyes and the bridge of her nose. Gods. The weight of recent events pressed her into the mattress, rendering her immobile. Finally, the first true sob fell from her lips. That lead to a tumble of sobs, tears sliding rapidly and soaking into her curls and her pillow. Her face crumbled and she rolled, gripping her pillow tight as she muffled herself with the pillow. This was disgusting. Why was she crying like this? Waves of self-loathing hit her as she sniffled, depreciating thoughts taking root in her mind. There wasn't much she wanted nor could do about anything. Forcing herself to quiet down, her breath hitched as she pressed the crystal a bit harder before pulling it away, not wanting to break it. She knew she had to talk to Maya tomorrow, she had to try to build something up again. Tomorrow, tomorrow. The promises of productivity gave her the idea that she would have no time to be feeling upset, which calmed the thoughts. Allowed her to mourn a bit more properly, letting memories roll as her tears started anew.
